Xiao Sanxiao looked at the bottle Lin Lang held out. Had he agreed to give him anything?
Still, since he had lost, it was not as though he could not afford it. A little essence blood would have no effect on him.
A stream of blood flew from his wound into the bottle, and Xiao Sanxiao tossed it to Lin Lang.
"You just told me you already had a lead on whoever would trigger the thousand-year catastrophe? Tell me about it."
Lin Lang put the bottle away. "I heard Mud Bodhisattva say that fortune-tellers can divine everything under heaven, yet never divine their own fortunes accurately, and have trouble divining those close to them."
"You also just said that if someone is strong enough, you can't divine their fortunes accurately either."
"So, since you can't divine who will trigger the thousand-year catastrophe, there are only two possible answers."
"First, the person who triggers the thousand-year catastrophe is as strong as you-at least a Land Immortal. You and I aren't the only Land Immortals in this world, but there certainly aren't many. Besides, before you came to the Central Plains, neither Wanwan nor I was a Land Immortal, so the person you're looking for definitely isn't either of us."
"Second, why couldn't the person who triggers the thousand-year catastrophe be someone connected to you?"
"Di Shitian had descendants. Surely you do too. Your bloodline would pass down to your descendants. If they also learned your martial arts, what realm would their strength reach?"
"You like living like an idle cloud or a wild crane because you've already enjoyed everything. What about them? Even if they didn't originally think that way, could forcing themselves to practice your cultivation methods drive them into demonic madness?"
"The Divine Dragon and Qilin bloodlines both carry